This is a song about "Print"

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

The tragic which nas topped// read my fucking blue print// hova changed up lanes

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

Cause he tried to buy my soul but he forgot to read the print

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

Print a receipt out of my ass crack for you to eat.

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

Should read the small print here's a small hint,

Print a receipt out my ass crack for you to eat.

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep